I keep waking up where I already died
(don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies
Gothamian bloodline, a knife with a surname
Raised by the rich in a cage made of purpose
Born into marble and old money threats
Fed on tradition and powdered regrets
They taught me my name was a footnote at best
“You are a blade, don’t think, don’t rest”
I was a son once, I think, maybe not
Hard to recall when your memories rot
Dipped me in Lazarus, brought me back wrong
Heart still beating but the soul’s long gone
They froze me between the wars and the screams
Woke me for hits, then back to my dreams
Point, release, retract the blade
History buried in shallow graves
I keep waking up where I already died.
(don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies
Batman showed up, which complicated things
Turns out I had parents, names, and rings
A Lincoln? Wayne? That don’t sit right
You can’t resurrect truth after fifty deaths a night
They told me he lied, they told me he stole
But doubt’s a crack in a weaponized soul
I remembered a song, a face, a room
Which is not great for a living tomb
Owls in the rafters, knives in the dark
Old men betting on Gotham’s heart
They call it order, they call it fate
I call it rich men scared of change
I’ve been stabbed, shot, drowned, burned
Every time I come back less concerned
Lazarus drip, resurrection tax
Each rebirth peeling something back
I keep waking up where I already died
(don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies
I’m not a hero, I’m not a ghost
I’m what’s left when control gets close
If you hear wings in the alleyway
That’s history sharpening what it couldn’t say
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